The worst part of being a mother is feeding your kid. First of all, it needs to happen every day. At least three times. And then, she only has two teeth so I can’t just toss her a hunk of beef and go about my business.
Not all people are meal people. I wasn’t a meal person. And Associate does shift work and I’m not going to make a lasagna just for Spawn. It would take her a month to eat it and I’m not sure about month old meat. But this a la carte crap is really taxing. I thought nursing was a drag but there was way less prep and clean up.
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